And language the false start to love it is, how unknown it is,
Leaping and flying into the cold, we breathe
. . . . . .
Lewis' mother says we're snobs, we think only about poetry
[Bernadette Mayer, Midwinter Day]
One of the most eminent experimental poets of our time, Bernadette Mayer was born in the Ridgewood section of Queens on May 12, 1945 and has been for the last thirty years a highly visible, important presence on the New York City poetry scene. Mayer began life on her own early, having been orphaned at the age of 14, and consequently has experienced a unique and independent life. She attended Ridgewood High School and later the New School for Social Research, …